At this summons both Harry and Rose started, becoming aware of the precious moments they were losing. Carrying a large portion of the turtle, the former moved toward the craft, in which all were seated in less than three minutes, with the sail loose, and the boat in motion. For a few moments the mate was so much occupied with Rose, that he did not advert to the course; but one of his experience could not long be misled on such a point, and he turned suddenly to Tier, who was steering, to remonstrate. “How's this, Jack!” cried Mulford; “you've got the boat's head the wrong way.” “Not I, sir. She's heading for the brig as straight as she can go. This wind favours us on both legs; and it's lucky it does, for't will be hard on upon daylight afore we are alongside of her. You'll want half an hour of dark, at the very least, to get a good start of the Swash, in case she makes sail a'ter you.” “Straight for the brig!--what have we to do with the brig? Our course is for Key West, unless it might be better to run down before the wind to the Dry Tortugas again, and look for the sloop-of-war. Duty, and perhaps my own safety, tells me to let Captain Mull know what Spike is about with the Swash; and I shall not hesitate a moment about doing it, after all that has passed. Give me the helm, Jack, and let us ware short round on our heel.” “Never, master maty--never. I must go back to the brig. Miss Rose, there, knows that my business is with Stephen Spike, and with him only.” “And I must return to my aunt, Harry,” put in Rose, herself. “It would never do for me to desert my aunt, you know.” “And I have been taken from that rock, to be given up to the tender mercies of Spike again?” This was said rather in surprise, than in a complaining way; and it at once induced Rose to tell the young man the whole of their project. “Never, Harry, never,” she said firmly. “It is our intention to return to the brig ourselves, and let you escape in the boat afterwards. Jack Tier is of opinion this can be done without much risk, if we use proper caution and do not lose too much time. On no account would I consent to place you in the hands of Spike again--death would be preferable to that, Harry!” “And on no account can or will I consent to place _you_ again in the hands of Spike, Rose,” answered the young man. “Now that we know his intentions, such an act would be almost impious.” “Remember my aunt, dear Harry. What would be her situation in the morning, when she found herself deserted by her niece and Biddy--by me, whom she has nursed and watched from childhood, and whom she loves so well.” “I shall not deny your obligations to your aunt, Rose, and your duty to her under ordinary circumstances. But these are not ordinary circumstances; and it would be courting the direst misfortunes, nay, almost braving Providence, to place yourself in the hands of that scoundrel again, now that you are clear of them.” “Spike's a willian!” muttered Jack.